Imagine a woman who lost her adult son when he was thrown from a horse. Now imagine that the same woman fears that she has also lost his young son, her only grandchild. Do you think she could let him go? That’s her husband’s advice, not because he doesn’t love his grandson, but because he doesn’t see any clear solution to the problem.
If you are Margaret Blackledge you are not going to follow the advice of your husband, George. You are not about to let him go. You are not about to let Jimmy go because his mother, Lorna, has hooked up with a ne’er do well, lazy lowlife named Donnie Weboy, and you personally witnessed him mistreating Jimmy.
That boy does not belong with those people is what drives Margaret as well as the story.
With or without George, come hell or high water, Margaret plans to track down Lorna and Donnie and her grandson. She learns that they have left North Dakota and moved to Montana, in all likelihood to live with Donnie’s family near the town of Gladstone.
George finally relents, as he knew he would, and they head to Montana.
"From the bluffs east of the city, Gladstone, Montana looks as though it could have been laid out by a shotgun blast, the commercial and residential districts a tight cluster in the center and then the buckshot dispersing in the looser pattern of outlying houses and businesses owned by those Montanans for whom space is a stronger article of faith than neighborliness.”
Finding Jimmy didn’t turn out to be as difficult as they had imagined, but getting him away from the Weboy clan, headed by the matriarch, Blanche, who is just as strong-willed as Margaret, was not going to be as simple.
Margaret is described as being as “steady as steel,” but in Blanche she has met her match, a woman who is not only tough, but ruthless as hell. Blanche rules her clan with an iron fist and as far as she is concerned the clan includes Jimmy. She will not let him go, and that places the Blackledges and the Weboys on a collision course fraught with danger.
This is my sixth Larry Watson book (five novels and one short story collection), and therefore I am quite familiar with the locale in which Let Him Go is set. Once again, it is primarily a small town in Montana. The year is 1951.
In addition, the town of Bentrock, Montana -- the setting for Montana 1948 and White Crosses -- makes a cameo appearance. The former sheriff in Montana 1948, Wes Hayden, is even mentioned, and his successor, Jack Nevelsen, makes a brief appearance. Running unexpectedly into Jack is a rather poignant experience for readers who have read White Crosses, for they know to what lengths he resorted to six years later in a well-intentioned, but tragic, effort to “serve and protect” his community.
This is not meant to imply that Let Him Go doesn’t have anything new to offer. No, it just means that Watson has chosen the same environment in which to set a new story with a new twist. It isn’t as though a precedent for that sort of thing hadn’t already been set by – well, by practically every novelist that one can think of.
As always with Watson, his writing is one of his books’ assets, and this one is no exception. Known for his prose and characterizations drawn, as one critic put it, “without flashy over-accessorizing,” he allows us to ride along with the Blackledges so that we can put ourselves in their place and to decide if we would go to the lengths that they do in an effort to “save” their grandchild.
All of the books by Watson that I have read include an element of mystery in the plot. Let Him Go, however, goes beyond mere mystery by taking on a noirish quality. If it were set in the Ozarks, it could have been written by Daniel Woodrell, and thus might have even been classified as Grit Lit. And that’s not a bad thing.